Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

Project Joanne: This means you'll never leave, right?

Dianne's POV:

After months of planning, secret excitement and plenty of stress of course, it is all finally real.

Joe and I are headlining our own tour.

The Joe and Dianne show is a real thing.

I went through twenty-five years of a dancing career without headlining my own tour and now i've lead two in the space of a year? This one with my very own boyfriend-turn-dance-partner! God I love dance. Leaning into Joe as we sit on the sofa, anxiously waiting for both of our announcements go live, " Can you believe this? This is real! We have our own tour next year! Joe we are actually doing it! How on earth did we actually get here? This is amazing." I scream excitedly ,bouncing like a child as Joe shakes his head and laughs at me, thinking I can't see how his hands are shaking and his grin reaches his eyes. " Yes my love, we are actually doing this. It's...real." He murmurs, pulling me into a celebratory hug before rocking us backwards so I end up lying fully across his chest, buried in his arms, both of us still in a state of shock as we hold each other tight. Neither of us want to move, so we remain in the exact same position all day, moving only to go to the bathroom, make food or reach for the fluffy throws scattered round the room and honestly, I wouldn't change it for the world because this is the best kind of day; after being on tour so long, a lazy day is usually my favourite way to spend time with my joseph, just to remind him how much I love and need him after the distance between us.

Despite spending the day in each others arms, I can tell something is bothering Joseph but I can't figure out what is on his mind and he doesn't seem to be in the mood for talking much, it has definitely been a quiet day in the Suggwell household. Untangling myself from his grasp, I stand up and stretch, heading towards the kitchen, desperately needing to move my stiff muscles before I seize but I'm halted by a soft, quivering voice, "He..hey, where are you going? Are you okay? What's up?" Joe calls from his sleepy position on the sofa but there is something so...nervous or maybe stressed about him. It's weird. " Go back to sleep Darl, I just need to move, I'm getting kind of stiff. I'm okay, I promise! Do you want anything over?" I smile softly back at him, wandering round the kitchen, hitting the kettle on to boil and raiding the chocolate cupboard. "No, i'm good thanks, just want you."

Well that was kind of cute Joseph. My heart definitely flutters with that comment; how on earth did I get so lucky?

Armed with a cup of lemon tea, a pack of biscuits and my phone charger, I move back towards the sofa, shuffle the cushions a little and plonk myself down, ready to get comfy again and as soon as I sit, Joe's arms are open and pulling me back against his chest. As I move about to try and find the best position, Joseph buries his face in my hair, his grip tightening around my body almost subconsciously and holding me impossibly close to him. There is definitely something bothering my Joe and I am going to find out what.

Here goes.

"Right Joseph Sugg. What is bothering you and do NOT say nothing because i've noticed it all day my love, now please please tell me. What is on that beautiful, brilliant mind of yours."

Joe's POV:

"Wow, it's real! We are really doing this Di..." Today is the day that Dianne and I launch our very own headlining tour for march and april of next year and I cannot believe it. If you had told me this time last year, that I would be a strictly finalist or living with my girlfriend, i'd have laughed right in your face and told you to piss off. If you told me id be a finalist, living with my beautiful girlfriend and now headlining a dance and variety show with her next year? Yeah I would point blank refuse to even acknowledge you at that point.

But here I am.

Staring at my glitter ball in the corner, beautiful redheaded girlfriend curled up beside me on our sofa, after announcing the Joe and Dianne show on both of our youtube channels.